"Brother, I know you didn't want to transfer those shares to me. But it was Dad's decision! What was I supposed to do—defy our own father?"
"If you're angry at me, fine, I'll take it. But why did you have to do this on Mom's wedding day? People called her a homewrecker for years. She's suffered enough."
And just like that, I understood.
Years ago, when my father had been so devoted to my mother that he'd married her despite their families' class difference, he'd given her half his shares—proof that she'd always be secure.
She'd passed them to me.
This was a setup. All of it.
A cold laugh escaped me.
"Rosemary, can't you see what's happening? He's orchestrating this whole thing to steal the shares my mother left me. It's a performance—and you're playing your part perfectly."
I turned to Frederick.
"You're saying I did this? Who saw me? Where's your proof?"
"I don't need evidence. Frederick isn't the scheming type—you're the only one with motive!"
Rosemary's face was set with absolute certainty as she seized my arm.
"You're going to apologize to Frederick right now. On livestream. Tell everyone this was all your doing!"